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From within this pen, flow like the ocean, heart of mine. The trails of darkness you leave behind upon your wake, may they bestow a present of beauty upon this world, begotten by the old and the new. Flow like the flames, rising in their own reverberations of life. Lashing out at the skies, flow, flow, words of mine. Amass the rise of your scintillations, as the pen dances, twirls and spins within the bounds of this piece of papyrus, and the canvas of my soul. As the flames rise and the cold befalls like a million, million falling crystal stars, from beyond the eyes can see. Rapier upon my sense, dashing and singing its own predicament of thrill, the swordplay nonetheless a mirror for the magic of creation I hold within my claw. Such clashing, such grit of the heavens unto us, where the gold and the black reunite as one. The paper and the ink. The golden mind and heart, the black scales and breath. The black, starry expanse of the mind and heart, the gold that arises in all my rapier touches, and my claws reach. Dance like the waves, dance like the destiny itself, the years of old and new, claw by claw at this instant of time, spinning and lunging at each other in their draconic tango. Sliding the scales of dual colorations as my blackest pen slides upon this piece of gold. Flow, flow heart of mine upon this world, may the cascade of emotion rise on every eye that stands to watch and presence. Dance, dance, soul of mine, as the time of old parts ways and the new arrives, dance in commemoration and mirth. Swinging enchanted words and symbols of magic, true magic, that which reaches for the deepest parts of one's very being like music. Rise, rise, rise into the stars, bring their glow unto us, bring their eternal joy. Lighten the day, let your tears of joy flow, as my claw spins and dances alongside you, as the twirls, whirls of mirth flow from within my heart. One joy not seen in ages, flow, my words, flow like the rivers that grant life upon the earth. My loved words, my loved dance of ink. Spread where none have reached, fill the most recondite of barren worlds with your beauty. Spread to each and every corner of my paper of papyrus gold. As the lips raise in a smile, as the wings raise in might, bestow your awe upon me so I may return it to the world itself. Bestow your love, your mirth, dance, like in no time seen. Dash, jump, flow and spin, as my heart, as my body dances and the land dances and blossoms with me. The very stars glinting in accordance to the music, turning their beat to the song of my ink. Dance, dance with me, dance, glisten the black and the gold as they are meant to do, the azure of the skies and the crimson of the fire. The emerald and thistle, each adding their voices, the crystalline white that befalls and the transparence of the winds. Flow, my symphony and my dance of mirth.

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From within this pen, flow like the ocean, heart of mine. The trails of darkness you leave behind upon your wake, may they bestow a present of beauty upon this world, begotten by the old and the new. Flow like the flames, rising in their own reverberations of life. Lashing out at the skies, flow, flow, words of mine. Amass the rise of your scintillations, as the pen dances, twirls and spins within the bounds of this piece of papyrus, and the canvas of my soul. As the flames rise and the cold befalls like a million, million falling crystal stars, from beyond the eyes can see. Rapier upon my sense, dashing and singing its own predicament of thrill, the swordplay nonetheless a mirror for the magic of creation I hold within my claw. Such clashing, such grit of the heavens unto us, where the gold and the black reunite as one. The paper and the ink. The golden mind and heart, the black scales and breath. The black, starry expanse of the mind and heart, the gold that arises in all my rapier touches, and my claws reach. Dance like the waves, dance like the destiny itself, the years of old and new, claw by claw at this instant of time, spinning and lunging at each other in their draconic tango. Sliding the scales of dual colorations as my blackest pen slides upon this piece of gold. Flow, flow heart of mine upon this world, may the cascade of emotion rise on every eye that stands to watch and presence. Dance, dance, soul of mine, as the time of old parts ways and the new arrives, dance in commemoration and mirth. Swinging enchanted words and symbols of magic, true magic, that which reaches for the deepest parts of one's very being like music. Rise, rise, rise into the stars, bring their glow unto us, bring their eternal joy. Lighten the day, let your tears of joy flow, as my claw spins and dances alongside you, as the twirls, whirls of mirth flow from within my heart. One joy not seen in ages, flow, my words, flow like the rivers that grant life upon the earth. My loved words, my loved dance of ink. Spread where none have reached, fill the most recondite of barren worlds with your beauty. Spread to each and every corner of my paper of papyrus gold. As the lips raise in a smile, as the wings raise in might, bestow your awe upon me so I may return it to the world itself. Bestow your love, your mirth, dance, like in no time seen. Dash, jump, flow and spin, as my heart, as my body dances and the land dances and blossoms with me. The very stars glinting in accordance to the music, turning their beat to the song of my ink. Dance, dance with me, dance, glisten the black and the gold as they are meant to do, the azure of the skies and the crimson of the fire. The emerald and thistle, each adding their voices, the crystalline white that befalls and the transparence of the winds. Flow, my symphony and my dance of mirth.